tagIncest/TabooMagical Mischief Whore Pt. 01

Magical Mischief Whore Pt. 01

bySimply_The_Lex©

Scott Galison was not long bereft of his most recent relationship, a reoccurring problem that continued to plague his life. Unfortunately with the demise of this relationship, he was at the mercy of his ex-girlfriend, whose name was on the rental agreement, and she wasn't in the mood to pull any punches. So in the end Scott was forced to go back to live with his parents and his sister, Bethany.

Scott's relationships had always started well. He was charming and was rather adept at the art of honeyfuggling. But they all ultimately became an unhappy mess when his girlfriend at the time realized he wasn't actually all that mature. It's wasn't that he couldn't function as an adult, he just wasn't very emotionally mature enough to take responsibility for his mistakes or completing mundane real life tasks such as housework. It was always someone else's fault or someone else's problem. When it came to fun and sex, those were where he spent most of his time, and when he was force to put them to the side, that's when the problems raised.

The most recent relationship was by far the longest. In the early months both Scott and Sinead believed it could have lasted a long time. However, Sinead wasn't like his previous girlfriends, who ranged from sycophantic to completely like Scott, which for the most part was fine: until it came to real life issues. But Sinead was no-nonsense, sensible, and almost the complete antithesis of Scott. But it worked: he infused her life with fun and she brought practicality to his. However, the longer it went on, the more the cracks appeared. Finally, the relationship was dealt a critical hit, when Scott's sexual appetite once again led him astray.

He was out drinking with work colleagues in a local bar, when he bumped into Holly, a friend of his sister Bethany. After he had managed to convinced the security she was his girlfriend and that she was over the legal drinking age, the two of them split off from the main group and found a quiet corner to drink and flirt in, and they ended the night having hot wild sex on the couch, whilst Sinead slept down the hall.

The fact he cheated, even with Sinead in the apartment, wasn't the thing that made the whole relationship crumble, it came down to fact that Scott wouldn't take responsibility for his drunken night of debauchery. If he had simply been honest and upfront about his mistake, Sinead may have been more accepting, but instead Scott put the blame squarely onto the shoulders of Holly and the fact he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing.

----

As Scott drove up interstate five on his way home, after spending a long day of selling advertising, his mind wandered over to thoughts of Sinead and how much he missed her. He pondered on how to patch things up, hoping that if he did, she would allow him to come back, even if it meant sleeping on that damn couch.

But he had no idea of how to approach the subject. So as usual he chose not to face the problem and pushed the thoughts of Sinead from his head and focused on this evening's plans of getting drunk and watching last night's wrestling Pay-Per-View on TV. Just him, on his own, with no adult bullshit to ruin it.

As he passed over the Grand Charleroi River, where his sister and he used to splash around in the shallows, he saw the familiar wall of trees, which meant he was about to arrive at his home town of Fairview.

He pulled up to the front of the family home, just as the orange setting sun was making its descent behind the house.

As he shut off the engine and gathered his things, a hint of excitement rushed over him. He was determined to enjoy the evening, even if it meant waking up face down on the living room rug with the TV blaring in the background.

As he opened the front door, he saw his younger sister Bethany leave the kitchen and enter the hallway. She was chewing on the last of something, with her eyes glued to her phone. She was bare foot and dressed in a pair of small shorts and a tank top. Her straight golden hair brushing the very tops of her almost bare shoulders.

Scott huffed in disappointment as he dropped his bag at the foot of the coat rack. He had forgotten about her.

Beth was supposed visiting their grandparents up at the vacation house near Whistleford Lake with their parents. But before they were due to leave this morning, Beth and her folks unexpectedly had a huge argument; things were thrown and doors were slammed. Beth and her mother weren't on the best of terms right now, however it was somewhat unusual for Beth and her Father to have such a spectacular blazing exchange of words. Out of all of her immediate family she was closest to him.

So Mom and Dad thought it best for Beth to stay behind, which meant that she was forced to miss out on a long weekend, an extra day away from school and the opportunity to shed the shackles of teendom and a much-needed reversion back to a more childlike state with her doting grandparents. Despite all the bravado, Beth was never too old for some grandparent adoration. But instead she had spent the entire day moping around the house, infecting the atmosphere with teen anguish.

Beth hadn't always been a troublesome teenager. In her preteen years she was delightful, with a goofy, bubbly personality, which lead to Beth being well liked at school. She was always eager to join in with activities and had a flare for games and physical activities.

But as the festering insolence of puberty gradually took hold over Beth, her parents and teachers feared that she was increasingly putting her social life ahead of her studies, and when the topic was raised on a number occasions, Beth saw it as a personal attack and it only served to strengthen her pigheadedness to do the opposite. By the time Beth was fifteen, she was in over her head in the muddy waters of emotions, peer pressure and unnecessary bitchiness, and it was now really taking its toll, not just on Beth but those around her too.

But now that Beth was eighteen, despite the difficult nature still being there in all its bold boisterous colors, there was glints of a change of attitude within Beth, which meant there was a light at the end of dank tunnel, though which Beth was driving everyone through.

----

Beth looked up at Scott, as he huffed his objections to her ruining his plans, simply with her presence and her obvious morose attitude. Beth retorted with a right sided snarl, and a huff of her own. Not only was she missing out on a trip away, she now had to put up with him.

"What?" she snapped "Oh yeah I get it..."

She looked down at her clothes and gestured to them

"... too inappropriate for school, hey? Yeah, well fuck you too. Fucking haters getting on my back about my shit" she fired again, trailing off to a murmur as she directed her attention back to her phone.

She quickly looked up from her phone again and glared at Scott.

"No, I know why you have a problem with what I'm wearing... actually y'know what, never mind," Beth added, before having second thoughts. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to start bringing up their turbulent past.

"Beth! I don't give a fuck about what you wear, all I give a shit about, right now, is having a beer and chilling the FUCK out," Scott snapped back bluntly, as he hung up his coat on a hook.

"Uh... okay," Beth was shocked and a little bemused by Scott's quick and sharp honest reply. "Uh Scott? Can I... have a beer too?" Beth asked with a sheepish, awkward smile.

Scott looked at her for a moment, trying to decide whether to let her have one or not.

"Sure, why not," he said hoping it would lighten her mood a little.

"Can you bring my beer in to the living room?" Beth asked, the sheepishness now replaced with the much more familiar Bethany emotion of audacity.

Scott rolled his eyes and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Fine," he responded as he disappeared into the kitchen.

As Scott vanished, Beth turned her attention back to her phone.

"No fucking way!" Beth muttered to herself, staring intently at it, as she brushed her bangs from her face, and meandered into the living room.

At the sudden realization that his evening plans were now ruined Scott sighed glumly as he opened the refrigerator door. He was now destined to spend the rest of the evening with his vexing younger sister, and the fact there was no parental rescue coming until tomorrow afternoon, only strengthened the frustration.

Scott picked out two bottles of ice-cold beer and the feeling of the cool soothing water droplets dispersing across the palms of his hands, dampened his frustrations slightly.

He reached into a draw, picked up the bottle opener, and popped the tops, before walking out with them, one in each hand. At least there was beer to calm the evening, if anything was to agitate things.

Scott entered the living room, and as he approached the side of the couch, he reached out and passed one of the beer bottles to Beth, who leaned over from the other end and took it from him.

"Errgh, Jag? Really?" Beth said with a disgruntled look.

"You don't have to drink it."

"I guess it'll do."

"So how was school?" Scott asked as he sat down in the arm chair, as far away from Beth as he could get without being rude.

Things were civil right now, something that neither Scott nor Beth wanted to disrupt; it made a nice change from the usual unspoken maliciousness between the siblings.

"Oh my god it was like the worst day ever. Joel is being a total dick again, and the girls who have the hots for him are like, 'he's too good for you, you treat him like shit and cheat on him' and I'm like whatever bitches, they just be jealous coz no matter what, Joel keeps coming back to me and they can't handle that... And then there's this new girl who's like a total fucking freak and keeps hanging around us."

After listening to this stream of nonsense, Scott tried to find some words to reply with, anything to hide the fact he just didn't care about any of this.

"That sounds terrible" Scott replied humoring the petty teen melodrama. Scott was very tempted to make a comment about her treating everyone like shit, but he decided against it.

"Oh yeah totally... How was work?" Beth said adding to the civility with her own small talk.

"It was good, I mean the work was shit, but Lucy, my boss was wearing a short dress and she looked so fucking sexy, really showed off that tasty shape and those legs, and this new woman, Maddie, started too. She's seriously hot."

"Cool," Beth replied, humoring Scott's cock driven train of puerile banter.

As the seconds ticked by it was clear that neither knew how to continue the conversation.

"Let's see what's on TV," Scott said, reaching over for the TV remote and ending the lull in conversation, by filling the uncomfortable void with something that required no effort, but served no purpose in repairing social bridges. "Any preference s to what's on? Beth?" Scott asked his sister, who was totally oblivious.

"Huh... Oh no, what ever you want to watch."

Scott debated whether to put on the PPV he was desperate to watch, but then decided against it. If he was going to enjoy it, it was going to be without Beth constantly intruding on it.

---

Half an hour passed, with the two of them now resigned to mindlessly staring at screens, Scott at the TV and Beth was focused on her phone again, bathing in the artificial safety of social media.

Scott had already finished his third bottle of beer, the plan being that if he finished quickly, it meant he would have to get up for another, giving him another excuse to momentarily leave the room and the awkward atmosphere that permeated throughout it, and besides, Scott had been eager for another one even before he had started the previous bottle.

Scott stood up, maybe a little too fast, as he reached out to the back of the chair to steady himself.

"Another one?" Scott asked.

"Uh... okay," Beth replied, not really giving her answer much thought.

Scott opened up the refrigerator again and pulled out two more bottles, popped the tops with the readily available bottle opener and made his way back to the living room.

He passed the end of the couch once again, and extended the beer towards Beth. As she leaned over for the beer, but still keeping most of her attention on her phone; Scott unintentionally flashed a gaze at her now partially visible cleavage and savored the sight for a moment, before putting the beer into Beth's hand.

Then he walked back to the chair and sat down again. As his ass met the cushion, he looked over at Beth again. She was still transfixed to her mobile idiot device, so he took the opportunity to have another quick glance at her beautiful b-cup breasts.

---

Two hours passed, by which time Scott had got through quite a number of beers and Beth had only just finished her second.

Scott flicked his eyes over to Beth to see what she was up to.

"If you don't finish that I will," Scott said gesturing to Beth's almost untouched third beer, and taking a quick side glance at her bare legs.

"Uh no, I'm taking my time with It," She looked over at the line of beer bottles next to the arm chair, "unlike you... BRO!" Beth replied, ending it in a gruff mock jock voice.

Once again the conversation slowed to a stop, before Scott suddenly piped up.

"Hey, Beth why are you such a bitch now," Scott blurted out bluntly.

"Er... excuse me?" Beth replied shocked and unsure how to respond to such below-the-belt question.

"We used to be friends, you and me, now we have a hard time even being in the same fucking room."

"Well maybe you shouldn't be such a fucking meat head, and we might get along better, you prick," Beth fired back, still shocked at the sudden shot of venom directed at her. "You know what, I'm already sick of your shit, I'm going to bed," she added. A bitter feeling now running through her.

Scott watched his svelte little sibling get up from the couch, before flicking his eyes back to the TV.

As Beth turned to leave, eyes transfixed on her phone; her thumbs tapped away on a message to Hayley, her BFF, about how her and Scott had had a really nice evening until he turned it into a stinking pile of shit.

She sauntered past Scott in the general direction of the exit. She wanted to storm out, but she didn't want to give Scott the satisfaction of being right.

Scott's eyes shifted from the TV, to take a quick look at her moving past the closest end of the couch, just one last glimpse to savor before she vanished from sight. But what started as a quick look soon turned into much more.

His eyes started at her the two delectable domes protruding from her chest; the tank top that covered them, showed off every inch of their well-formed shape and the embossed outline of her bra. As she rounded the end of the couch, Scott's eyes moved down to appreciate her supple legs and followed them up to that pert pair of cheeks, that were shrink-wrapped in her tight pink shorts. Scott's eye ran up rest of her agile architecture reaching her shoulders, where her body extruded out of the baby blue, figure hugging tank top, and his gaze finished on the back of her head, where her golden hair cascaded down the back of her neck.

As she vanished from view, Scott wished he had got one more look at her alluring ass, and on that thought, he got up from the arm chair and staggered out of the room towards the bottom of the stairs, just in time to see Beth reach the top of them and her pretty pink ass on display for his enjoyment.

"Sorry about the whole calling you a bitch thing," he said, trying to be civil, whilst taking in the view.

"Why the fuck do you even care?" Beth snapped at him, as she turned around to look down at him The note of hurt in her voice didn't even come close revealing just how deep and ingrained the hurt actually was. There was much more she wanted to say to him, but she didn't want to open that can of worms, not tonight anyway.

"Look, I was just trying to... I dunno... understand... stuff. Look I know my being here has disrupted the flow of things, and I'm probably the last person you want living here. But I have no other options until I can get out again."

Beth sighed

"It's fine, okay?"

"Cool okay," Scott replied. If there was one thing he had learned from all his failed relationships, it was when to leave a volatile situation concerning an emotionally wounded woman.

Scott turned around and headed back to the living room to continue drinking.

-----

Beth was still awake, even an hour or so after leaving the downstairs for the safety of her sanctuary, her bedroom. But all she had done was stare blankly at her own TV, pondering over and over again the thought that maybe she actually was a bitch.

Suddenly a familiar sound infiltrated her ears, and drew her attention away from what she was thinking and the show she wasn't really watching. It happened again. It sounded like someone knocking at the front door. She contemplated letting Scott get it, but she soon reasoned that it was probably a bad idea, especially if he was even more drunk and it was someone they knew.

"It had better not be Holly, or another of Scott's part-time whores," Beth said to herself with a disgruntled snarl, as she left the safety of her bedroom and entered the cold hallway. She followed the hall to the stairs, then trudge down them, taking a left at the bottom and walking to the front door.

"Uh... hello?"

"Please help, I need some help," came a female voice from the other side. Beth put her eye to the spy hole, to see who it was. There was a girl standing there in just a t-shirt, and jeans, and a pair of flip-flops on her feet.

"It's her, what the hell is the new girl doing here?" Beth quietly whispered to herself.

"Please."

"We're not friends freak, so what the hell are you doing here?" Beth asked through the door, the puzzlement as to why Maeve was stood on the other side of the door was now replaced with panic and concern for her own protection, brought on by Maeve's obvious state distress.

"I'll try and explain later, Beth, but for now please open the door."

Beth pulled away from the door and paused to think. A minute or two later she broke the pause by reaching for the lock with one hand, and placed the other hand on the larger, lightly adorned door handle, then pulled the door open.

"What the hell, are you doing here? And how the fuck do you know where I live?" Beth said interrogating Maeve as she entered the house.

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re: Interesting start, but why did you publish?

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